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"
Damn
.
"
She
had
a
sudden
desire
to
see
nobody
and
be
seen
by
nobody
.
She
wanted
just
for
one
hour
to
be
obscure
.
"
Tell
the
fireman
to
let
me
out
at
the
front
and
I
’
ll
take
a
taxi
,
and
then
as
soon
as
I
’
ve
got
out
let
the
crowd
know
there
’
s
no
use
in
their
waiting
.
"
"
God
only
knows
what
I
’
ave
to
put
up
with
,
"
said
Evie
darkly
.
"
You
old
cow
.
"
Julia
took
Evie
’
s
face
in
her
hands
and
kissed
her
raddled
cheeks
;
then
slipped
out
of
her
dressing
-
room
,
on
to
the
stage
and
through
the
iron
door
into
the
darkened
auditorium
.
Julia
’
s
simple
disguise
was
evidently
adequate
,
for
when
she
came
into
the
little
room
at
the
Berkeley
of
which
she
was
peculiarly
fond
,
the
head
waiter
did
not
immediately
know
her
.
"
Have
you
got
a
corner
that
you
can
squeeze
me
into
?
"
she
asked
diffidently
.
Her
voice
and
a
second
glance
told
him
who
she
was
.
"
Your
favourite
table
is
waiting
for
you
,
Miss
Lambert
.
The
message
said
you
would
be
alone
?
"
Julia
nodded
and
he
led
her
to
a
table
in
the
corner
of
the
room
.
"
I
hear
you
’
ve
had
a
big
success
tonight
,
Miss
Lambert
.
"
How
quickly
good
news
travelled
.
"
What
can
I
order
?
"
The
head
waiter
was
surprised
that
Julia
should
be
having
supper
by
herself
,
but
the
only
emotion
that
it
was
his
business
to
show
clients
was
gratification
at
seeing
them
.
